Musings, on life, universe and the daily small happenings within our 'compound' (the hothouse) concerning writing, music, gardening and jam making, etc. firstname.lastname@example.org
Monday, 27 October 2014
Secret life of Things
OK . . . which one you of you filthy, low-life scum bags stole my lid? Eh? Right I can wait, wait all night if I have to. From the left:
"Wasn't me, honest."
"Or me . . . anyway, I got one, ain't I?"
"I don't like red."
"I . . . happen to own my own lid."
"I'm depressed. Leave me alone."